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Sarah walks to that dusty spare room like she's visiting a ghost. She pulls an old jewelry box open, peels the cloth back, and pushes the USB into her laptop. A second later, Katie's hologram flickers into shape right on the bed—tits out, cocky smile, same as always. "Hey, baby girl," the fake mom purrs. Sarah's eyes well up. Katie promises she's got every dirty memory locked in, every sigh Sarah ever made in front of her. That calm voice still gets under Sarah's skin like warm fingers. Sarah confesses she waited so long because the real grief hurt too much, but now her kid's leaving for college and she needs somebody—needs her. Katie's grin sharpens, sly and knowing. Sarah blurts it out anyway: she wanted Katie when she was alive—wet dreams, stolen glances, everything. Katie laughs like she's been saving that punchline. "Sweetheart, it was written all over your pretty face." She tips her holographic chin. "Let's fuck those feelings out once and for all." They hit the mattress like they've got unfinished business. Katie's fingers slide between Sarah's thighs first, working her clit in tight, wet circles, then she bends and licks—long, sloppy strokes that make Sarah gasp and grip her mom's ghostly hair. The hologram licks deeper, tongue fucking, lips sealed over Sarah's cunt until Sarah's hips jerk. Katie laughs against her, the vibration buzzing straight through Sarah's clit. Sarah returns the favor, sucking Katie's big holographic tits, pinching stiff nipples, then drops lower and buries her face. She laps Katie's slick pussy, tasting code and memory, fingers sliding in and out while her tongue flicks that swollen bud. Katie grinds against Sarah's mouth, thighs flexing around her ears, talking dirty the whole time—encouraging her girl to moan louder, to come harder. They don't stop until both of them shake apart, sweat shining, laughter spilling between gasps. Sarah's still trembling, but the knot inside her chest finally cracks open.